Emily Brent Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

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The neighborhoods? They're freakin' magical. Downtown Brent (us) is such a mash-up, kinda like that scene "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" where every heartbeat counts, y'know? I remember when I walked along Preston St. (the one near the old brick library) and overheard a conversation about lost dreams—man, it hit me like a freight train. "No capes!" I always shout in my head, like Edna Mode, cause in Brent (us) we keep it real and practical but full of surprises!

Brent Venables - Head Coach - Football Coaches - University of Oklahoma